For the following prompt on sherlockbbc_fic:

Molly/Deadpool

she likes 'em crazy, he likes bunny slippers, she's a pathologist, he has a fascinating skin condition...

they'd be prefect for each other!

Something popped into my head. I couldn't say no. It was a challenge, dammit! Except it was a comic. And I can't draw worth shit. It ended up this massive conglomeration ( Read more... )

*looks around frantically, eyes wide and unfocused*

I just got my internet back after six days without.  Six days.

I have 38 emails and 110 messages to check.

And I tell ya, I wouldn't have survived if I hadn't been... "stockpiling" things ahead of time.  So... I'm now officially caught up on The Soup (going all the way back to August, I think ( Read more... )

So I woke up this morning (and by that I mean I kept having to get up to answer the phone, and if my cat is still asleep on my bed why can't I be? so I fall back into bed and eventually it's noon and someone's watching X2 nearby and maybe I should get up now) ... where was I?

So I woke up this morning, and suddenly I knew exactly how to finish that ( Read more... )

( caution: arachnids ahead )

I'm back from the fair - it was wet.  Four-ish hours in the rain, and mist, and that weird coming-at-you-sideways mist.  All on about three hours of sleep.

Why didn't I get more sleep the night before?  Knowing I was going to have a busy day, why didn't I plan ahead?  You may scoff, but I'll let you know that I did get to bed early.  And then sat ( Read more... )